claude follows his nose to find the camp, barren of the bear he could smell cooking last night. he lets out a sigh of frustration but then let's out a clear "hello" to the other people across the clearing with their backs to him. he has pet stay behind, knowing how people often treated baby dragons as paychecks when killed, as he steps out into the light, the massive sword on his back and the crossbow on his hip marking him as either a raider or a hunter and raiders never confront people alone unless they were overconfident or drunk